The End
Arms around Malfoy’s neck, lips smashed against his closed mouth, Hermione came to her senses. Her eyes flew open, finding his wide with surprise, as she jumped backwards as if burned. “Oh my - oh I’m so sorry - I don’t know why I did that,” she stammered, hands covering her mouth like she could hide the evidence of what she’d done.
Malfoy’s face appeared frozen in time - his wide, shocked eyes never leaving hers, his lips parted just slightly to encourage airflow. Hermione was nearly lightheaded with nerves as she stood wringing her hands and attempting to avoid any additional eye contact. “Please say something,” she pleaded, eyes begging him to speak and put her out of her misery.
“Why are you sorry?” He asked after another too-long moment of silence.
“I - I basically attacked you,” Hermione whined, wincing at how pathetic she sounded. “I don’t know what I was thinking and you didn’t respond and it was so unprofessional and I can’t believe myself and I’msosorryforinvadingyourspace.”
Her apology spilled out of her in one quick, high pitched breath. She took a gulp of air and chanced another glance at Malfoy, hoping to read something from his expression that might absolve her of her guilt.
His expression was unexpected. He’d recovered from his shock and now stood loosely with the ghost of a smile along his mouth. Grey eyes shimmering, he took a step towards her. “So are you sorry for kissing me or sorry for potentially offending my delicate sensibilities?” He taunted.
“The latter,” she clarified. “Though I didn’t say it quite like that.”
“So you’re not sorry for kissing me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m sorry.”
“Good. I was supposed to kiss you first,” he smiled before closing the distance between them, hands immediately tangling in her curls.
He kissed her hard. Harder than she kissed him. Her surprise left her eyes open and mouth closed, and the symmetry of it all made her smile against his lips. He pulled back and opened his eyes, lips already curling into a smirk.
His eyes followed the line of his thumb as he traced her jaw before sliding slowly up to meet hers. Whatever he saw in her eyes made him lean in slowly, recapture her lips reverently. Hermione was prepared this time, element of surprise removed, and responded immediately, pushing up on her toes to slant her mouth over his. Her hands fisted the lapels of his wool coat as she pulled him closer, encouraging him to hold her tighter in return.
He hummed low in his throat, tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth quickly, deepening the kiss with a collision of tongues and lips. His left hand pulled lightly in her hair, coaxing a moan from Hermione that had Malfoy pulling back in surprise.
Before she could consider feeling embarrassed, Malfoy’s eyes darkened and he leaned in once more, hungrily devouring her mouth. Her surprised huff was silenced by his mouth, her need for closeness reciprocated by his hands in her hair, along her neck, cupping her jaw. She ran her fingers greedily through the hair at the nape of his neck, smiling when she felt him shiver and pull her closer. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured against her lips.
“I’ve only started working here a week ago,” she laughed.
“So long,” he replied, silencing her once more with his mouth on hers.
Emboldened by his confession, Hermione slid her hands inside of his coat, dropping down from her toes to force him to bend over, to crowd her. Her hands smoothed over the fabric of his jumper at his stomach, around his sides, across the expanse of his back. With a moan like a growl, Malfoy leaned down to pick her up, spinning her towards the towering ash tree behind him.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pressing the evidence of his arousal against her. They both moaned at the friction as he pressed her back firmly against the trunk of the tree, one hand steady on her waist as the other quickly unbuttoned her coat.
Hermione dug her nails into his shoulders, trailing them down his arms as she attempted to force his coat off. She groaned in frustration when his efforts to undress her thwarted hers to undress him. Laughing darkly, Malfoy straightened just enough to shrug his coat off before pulling her forward off the tree to remove her own. She pulled him back in by the belt, slamming her lips against his as if their brief moment apart had left her starving. Their collision had her head smacking off the tree trunk, Malfoy’s right hand instinctively coming up to cradle her head as his left hastily unbuttoned her denims.
She made quick work of his belt and the buttons on his trousers, palming him through his briefs the moment his zipper was down. She caught his moan in her mouth as her hand trailed up to dip beneath the band and grip him in earnest. His mouth broke away from hers as his head dipped to her shoulder. Taking what appeared to be a steadying breath, Malfoy redoubled his efforts to remove her jeans, kissing up her neck and below her ear. His hands slid under both her pants and knickers, cupping her ass with both hands as he ground into her.
Lifting her shoulder to bring his mouth back to hers, Hermione bit his lip as she rolled her hips encouragingly. “We should slow down,” Malfoy panted into her mouth.
“No,” she replied, kissing him more firmly.
He pulled his head back and smiled at her pout, “I want to take my time with you.”
“Next time.”
“I want to lay you out in a bed .”
“Next time.”
“Undress you properly.”
“Next time.”
“Next time?”
“Any time,” she said with conviction, grabbing him by the back of the neck to pull him in again.
His protest died in his throat. There would be a next time .
He gripped her ass with renewed vigour, one hand squeezing as his other moved to drag her jeans down just enough to expose her to the cold air. His hand was immediately on her, stroking her lightly through her folds, teasing her clit before inserting one finger, then two inside of her. She whimpered in time with her hips, gyrating to force him deeper, force the pressure of his thumb on her clit harder. “Malfoy,” she whined.
“What do you want love?”
“Vanish them.”
“Vanish what?”
In lieu of a response, Hermione broke away from his mouth and wandlessly vanished her own jeans and knickers. Draco looked skyward as if thanking some deity before plunging his tongue into her mouth and his fingers into her cunt, keeping rhythm on her clit until he could feel her legs shaking around his hips. Her head tipped back, mouth open as she allowed the pleasure to consume her. “Fuck Malfoy,” she breathed as she felt herself building.
“Say my name Hermione,” he whispered.
The sound of her own name was her undoing, “Draco” on her lips as she fell apart on his hand.
He watched her eyes roll, her back arch, her thighs grip him tightly as she pulsed around his fingers over and over. Her staccato breathing filled his ears as he removed his hand and kissed her gently on her pulse points. The sound of a deep breath in was all the forewarning he received before her hands were on him again, shoving down his trousers and briefs in one movement. She pulled him somehow closer with her legs, lifting her hips slightly to line him up. Not one to be excluded, Draco fisted himself before gathering her wetness and enveloping himself inside of her.
Hermione’s moan bordered on a scream as he groaned into her neck. Neither moved for a moment as her body adjusted and Draco caught his breath. Hermione slowly ground down on him, and he matched her rhythm with one hand under her ass and the other braced against the tree. Her whines turned to words turned to faster harder faster as Draco pounded into her. He could feel the bark cutting into his hand and focused on the pain to keep his composure.
The sight of Hermione open mouthed and eyes squeezed shut had Draco driving into her even harder, replacing his fingers on her clit to bring her over the edge once more. “I - I’m gonna - I’m gonna,” she cried.
“Come for me,” he groaned.
“I - I uungh,” she moaned.
“Come Hermione.”
She saw stars. White exploded behind her eyes as she cried into his mouth, nails breaking skin at the back of his neck. “Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting into her twice more before finishing inside of her with a groan.
Three hours or three minutes later, Draco met Hermione’s eyes before slipping out of her. He grabbed his wand from his pocket down near his knees and cast a quick contraception charm before cleaning them both. He replaced his wand as he rebuttoned his trousers, leaning in to kiss Hermione’s flushed face before buckling his belt. “I don’t have any pants,” she said with a huff once his clothing was righted once more.
“Yes I seem to recall someone vanishing them,” he replied with a smirk.
“What kind of hormone crazed idiot would do that?”
“It’s truly baffling.”
He kissed her lips once more, nearly losing himself again in the euphoria of her scent and affection. He turned to grab his coat, transfiguring it into a comfortable pair of thick joggers.
“Thank you,” she beamed, shoving the joggers over her boots and up her legs.
“No, thank you,” he laughed.
“Twat.”
15 Days Until Christmas
After a more thorough scan of the fields, Malfoy and Hermione were able to confidently order the felling of the trees for Ministry decorations. The team of magical arborists arrived early the next day, armed with wands and portkeys assigned for each hall and ballroom of the Ministry.
Malfoy looked almost forlorn as he approached and scanned the rapidly falling trees from over Hermione’s head. “It’s almost a shame. The poor bowtruckles really are missing out on the best trees we’ve got,” he said, wrapping a hand affectionately around her shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’ve gone and gotten attached, now,” she replied with a laugh.
“I think we both know that would be a lie,” he said seriously, eyes locked on hers.